Every time I
look down on this timeless town
whether blue
or gray be her skies.
Whether loud
be her cheers or soft be her tears,
more and
more do I realize:
I love Paris
in the springtime.
I love Paris
in the fall.
I love Paris
in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris
in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris
every moment,
every moment
of the year.
I love
Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my
love is near.
Escrita por Cole Porter, aqui recordada na versão
dos Les Negresses Vertes.
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